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Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint;
Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love.
Thomas ? Cla. He is not there-to-day; he dines in London. K. Hen. And how accompanied ? can'st thou tell
that? Cla. With Poins, and other his continual fol
lowers. K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds : And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death; The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape,
In forms imaginary, the unguided days,
rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
quite: The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue; wherein, to gain the lan
guage, "Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd, Your highness knows, comes to no further use, But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms, The prince will, in the perfectness of time, Cast off his followers: and their memory Shall as a pattern or a measure live, By which his grace must mete the lives of others; Turning past evils to advantages. K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her
comb In the dead carrion.- Who's here? Westmoreland?
Added to that that I am to deliver!
K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Enter HARCOURT. Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty; And, when they stand against you, may they fall As those that I am come to tell
make me sick ?
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty!
O my royal father!
up! War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits Are with his highness very ordinary. Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.
Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs: The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure 83, that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.
P. Humph. The people fear me; for they do ob
Unfather'd heirs 84, and loathly births of nature:
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his end. K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me
hence Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray. [They convey the King to an inner part of the
room, and place him on a bed.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
War. Call for the musick in the other room.
Enter Prince Henry.
Who saw the duke of Clarence? Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none
abroad! How doth the king?
P. Humph. Exceeding ill.
Heard he the good news yet?
P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.
P. Hen. If he be sick With joy, he will recover without physick. War. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet prince,
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
us? P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the
king. [Exeunt all but Prince Henry. Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow?